So, guess who's back?

It had been a perfectly normal morning. Birds chirping, a tiny bit of sun warming softly the silent bedroom and caressing the sleeper's pale face. So, of course, Byakuran'd had to destroy to smithereens what little normalcy was left in their lives.

Harry creaked open one of his eyes when he heard the front door of their apartment brutally open and something akin to a drunk elephant stumbled in their living room. The dark haired student rolled his eyes with aggravation and promptly decided to take the smartest choice. Hiding his head under his heavy blanket, Harry closed his eyes and slowly began to fall back in the Sandman's trail. But, of fucking course, Byakuran wasn't someone to give up so easily. Therefore, Harry's bedroom door opened with the same brutality and the young man moaned when the now really familiar overexcited man stumbled into his bedroom and slipped over a forgotten trouser until he ended in his bed.

"Good morning Sunshine!" Byakuran exclaimed way too happily for someone who had left when the sun hadn't even risen in the sky just to study at the library. "I've some great news to tell you today, my dear friend!"

"Piss off," Harry mumbled as gently as he could. That is, none at all because the Brit had never liked being woken up so brutally and without any real reason.

"Come on, Harry," Byakuran almost whined while he shook his roommate by his shoulders. The dark haired man merely closed his eyes and ignored the albino. "Those are really interesting news!"

"I don't care," the other boy grumbled as he decided to embrace his fate and therefore hugged tightly his roommate so the albino couldn't keep shaking him so harshly.

Byakuran finally stopped doing it and almost froze with the vice like grip he was in. But the albino was nothing if not quick witted and decided to not care about the sudden proximity with his normally quite reserved roommate (unless plastic flamingos were involved), focusing instead on the really important news he had to announce.

"Harry, my dear and sweet friend," Byakuran began with his voice almost purring silent promises of endless sweets and plastic flamingos if the dark haired student actually listened to him.

"Mwhat?" Harry finally opened an eye and glared harshly at his roommate.

"Didn't you have a seminary on myths and supernatural beings?" the latter asked while he prettily batted his eyelashes.

"What about that?" Harry retorted with a scrunched face. His green eyes flashed with something akin to wariness and Byakuran's smile merely widened when he noticed that he had finally caught his roommate's interest.

"Well," the albino added while he raised his two arms to the sky, bypassing Harry's forced hug and shrugging off the boy's arms. "I've seen one of those beings! Or so it seems!"

"What in the bloody hells are you even talking about, Byakuran," Harry whispered while he looked at his roommate with a puzzled face. "It's way too early to be that drunk..."

"No, no, my dearest and sweetest friend," Byakuran shook his head and widened his smile even more, showing his pearly teeth like some kind of predator to the dark haired man. "I'm perfectly sane (mostly because I still can't drink alcohol, doctor's order...) and I even have proofs!"

"Proofs, you say?"

Byakuran almost giggled like a schoolgirl and promptly jumped off the bed, skipping happily to the door while Harry looked at him with an unbelieving frown. But, as his curiosity had been quite rekindled by his roommate's words, the sleepy college student reluctantly got out of his comfy bed and followed the albino, forgetting by the way to put some clothes on. They stopped short in their living room and Byakuran plopped into the couch, patting the seat next to him with an inviting smile.

"Believe me," he assured with an overexcited grin, "this is going to blow you away!"

Byakuran took his messenger bag, that he habitually used for his books and notebooks. However, the books were missing and Harry widened his eyes in surprise when his roommate took out of his messenger bag a pink plastic flamingo.

"Weren't you supposed to be in the library?" the raven asked with a puzzled face.

"And I was, believe me!" Byakuran grinned at him and pushed the plastic flamingo in his hands. "Some weird Japanese kid lost it before he vanished into thin air right in front of my eyes."

"Vanished into thin air?" Harry repeated with an incredulous lilt in his voice. "Really?"

"Yup," the albino nodded while he popped the last affirmation with a small shrug. "He vanished soundlessly into thin air. Or rather into really foul smelling pink smoke. And only this plastic flamingo was left once the thick pink smog vanished."

"I can't believe it," the other shook his head and finally looked down at the plastic flamingo in his very hands. His green eyes narrowed when they met the empty plastic eye of the pink bird, and the dark haired boy took a deep breath. "Oh shit."

"What is it?" Byakuran inquired while he almost crawled into Harry's lap to see what had surprised his roommate so much with the famous plastic flamingo.

"That's a new edition," Harry whispered with an amazed and almost reverent voice. He slowly raised the plastic flamingo until it was almost against his face. "Can't you see it? Its eyelashes are thinner and the neck too... And, oh sweet Merlin, that curved leg is made of a different alloy than the European plastic flamingos have..." the dark haired boy turned the plastic bird around and his eyes widened when he noticed small scratches on its belly. "It's indeed a foreign plastic flamingo and this... this can't be right, it says that it was made in the next five years!"

"See?" Byakuran said with a smug face. "I told you that it was a supernatural being!"

The silence came back in the apartment and the two boys stayed still, Harry still being rapt with amazement at the plastic flamingo while Byakuran watched him. Until both were hit by sudden realizations.

"Wait a minute," Harry muttered while he frowned with a puzzled face. "Why did a Japanese kid appear from the future just to leave a plastic flamingo behind? And how did you know that it was a Japanese?"

"My name's Byakuran," the other replied with a shrug. "I can speak Japanese and ask someone if they're from Japan, you know?"

"True," the dark haired boy nodded while he looked back at the plastic flamingo, already thinking on adding it to his growing collection. Not that it was a collection, of course. That would be sick. And he wasn't sick. Of course.

"My turn, now," Byakuran added while his smug smile came back. "Since when do you know everything about plastic flamingos?"

Harry gulped and looked away from the incriminated bird and his roommate. A nervous laugh bubbled in his chest and he scratched nervously his neck.

"Uuuh," he hesitated while Byakuran looked at him with a thinning smile. "Maybe... because I kinda have bought a book or two about it..."

"A book or two?" the albino repeated with a raised brow.

Harry coughed nervously and tried to shrug it off.

"Well, maybe it was actually a couple of books..."

"A couple of books?" Byakuran's incredulity was now thick enough to pierce through Harry's delusional state.

"Okay," the dark haired boy sighed. "I give up. It was a hundred books and I hid them all in the whole apartment."

The silence came back, once again, while the two students looked at each other with heavy gazes. The seconds went by, hanging heavily around them until Byakuran finally gave up.

"Harry," he said gravely. "You really need help."

And just like that, the issue of a boy coming from the future was ignored while Harry's more pressing situation was immediately dealt with and all those books were quickly given to the nearest public library. Years later, when Byakuran'd become the world's best dressed villain, he'd make a bonfire with those same books and had a toast at the memory of his old roommate's former obsession.
And then would promptly remember fondly those times where they'd been mere university students and all the things that mattered to them had been if they would pass the tests or not.

Rule of cohabitation n°6: If your roommate has a problem, kindly help him.

I've no actual knowledge of plastic flamingos so don't ask me about Japanese plastic flamingos. Unless you wan't some weird answer. Also, we finally enter the real story. It took me what, six chapters? I'm getting rusty...

So, who was the kid from the future? And why did that kid leave a plastic flamingo? Without forgetting the really important question, how much books exist about plastic flamingos?